myself in everything around me
all the direct result of thoughts
I had forty years ago
and forty years before that
when I was planning my birthday
to fall at the height of the war
my descending soul pushed
past those ascending hordes
from the battle-fields and prisons
in everything there’s a point
where you turn and look back
not with yearning or regret
like at birth or at death
but with a heart past harm
in the body of the earth
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